[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.14 Duty Log, Cmdr. Athena Wellington ||Shadows of Time||

=/\= Turbolift =/\=

Athena knew it would be a while and unless she got orders to move she was staying put.  With the back of her wrist; she wiped her brow and removed her tunic.  She patted the sweat off her chest with the tunic and then rolled it up and placed it under her head.  She closed her eyes and let out a soft sigh as a bead of sweat rolled down the middle of her back.  {Distract yourself.... think of something cool.} 

 

~~ Athena stood on the beach watching the waves roll toward the shore.  Her hair lifted off her neck in the breeze; as the sun began to set.  She smiled at the lavender, shades of red and pink that streaked across the sky.  The suns looking like twin glowing fires that had begun to cool.  She felt his warm strong arms come up behind her and she leaned back into him letting her head rest on his shoulder. 

"It's a nice view my love, you do pick them well. Reminds me of the skies over Ajiter Seven although there the company was far less pleasant.  As I recall I was surrounded by seven hairy blokes all intent on killing me and they were on my side!"  He said luxuriating in her perfumed smell and the warmth of her body.

"This is nice."  She took his hand and gave a tug saying, "Let's walk."  She tried to tug him toward the waters edge but didn't have any luck in moving him even an inch as he pulled her back to where she had been previously before.

"There are times in life Ma Cherie that you need to stay still and savor the moment as it will never come again.  The world is in chaos and worse things are coming.  Time is likely no longer on our sides.  Linger a bit longer with me my love."  He said wrapping his arms around her waist.

She settled back against his shoulder again and finished watching the suns set.  The sky changing to deeper purples and dark shades of blue.  With the  last orangey glow of the suns, "Beautiful," came out on a sigh. 

He brought his chin down so it caressed the hair on the side of her head "I think I'll miss being here like this.  I think the sand in the top half of the hourglass is about to run out."  ~~

Athena's body slide from its sitting position to the floor as beads of sweat popped out all over her skin.  Boom!  Boom!  "Commander," someone yelled.

 

~~  "What do you mean?"  She thought about turning in his arms but decided she wasn't quite sure that she wanted to see the expression in his eyes ... on his face.

 

His lips moved into a grave smile perhaps more sensed than seen. "You don't think we were exactly designed to go through our dotage do you?  Our time is limited both by design and destiny.  You may have forever my love, but I will have only now.  The final curtain will soon approach on the reign of Hybrid history."

The muscles in her throat worked and tears filled her eyes at his words.  She pulled away needed the space from the emotions that seemed to want to smoother her.  "What.... why... how,"  she shook  her head not sure which question she wanted answered first.

"You cannot cure time my love.  No one can not even the gods." He smiled and quoted "Though much is taken, much remains and though we are not now that strength which in old days moved heaven and earth; that which we are, we are.  One equal temper of heroic hearts made weak by time and fate but strong in will to strive, to seek, to find and not to yield.  But are we any longer strong?"

She turned around and her gaze met his darker intense one, "V....  ~~

 

"Viktor," slipped from her dry lips in the quietest of whispers.  Her eyes popped open and as her heart raced.  She wiped the sweat from her face and noticed fingers tips trying to pry the door open.  Not having much more energy than to crawl the short distance to the door and tried to help.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Commander Athena Wellington

Counselor

USS Chimera-C

&

General Viktor Ivanov (Dreamy)
FCO
EAS Hermes

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.14 ||Bridge Log Part Two||

[Bridge - Deck One - USS Chimera NCC 96899-C]

"Hello Chimera, care if we join you?", Moïra said, smiling.

"Welcome to the fray, D'Artagan." Rojac said with a grin of his own on
his face. "Formation Tango-Three. Target warbird three's singularity
drive while we take out their engines. Copy?"

"Copy!", she replied. Moïra nodded at her Tactical officer that didn't
ask for anything, but received all the answers he wanted. The USS
D'Artagnan managed to "injure" the bird rapidely, due to the superior
firepower of a Souverein Class starship. The D'Artagnan repositionned
itself, to allow the Chimera to have a better shot at the Warbird,
while it sent multiple phasers blasts onto the bird's singularity
drive.

Lieutenant Rayna pulled up on the Chimera's bow, opening the ventral
phasers up for a clear shot on the tail of warbird three. Bolts of
electricity sparked across the hull of the craft as their aft shields
dropped down to critical levels, opening up the path for Xerxes'
Lancers and the Sovereign class D'Artagan's readied torpedo bays.

Anya gave a stark warning to the new arrival "Shoot down one of my
fighters and not even a god will be able to save you D'Artagnan."

"Captain!" The Efrosian science chief, Ra-Zerphimi, shouted from the
science station. "Warbird four is charging disruptors and targetting
the outpost!"

"Break pursuit!" Rojac shouted to the helm. "Howard, take our shields down!"

Natalia advised against taking the shields down but it didn't seem to sway the Captain.

"Noted Commander, but I'm not letting my people die." Rojac glowered.
"Xerxes cover us. Reese emergency transport! I want every life-sign
aboard that station in transporter room 1!"

"Three Flight Break off.  Point defense on the Chimera now!"  Anya called.

Michael checked the sensors, "Captain, the outpost is leaking plasma.
She'll be in pieces in a minute."

"Now Reese!" Rojac shouted.

The Chimera shuttered as disruptor fire rocked her bare hull. Lt Rayna
banked hard to starboard to avoid the coming onslaught as the
D'Artagan and Xerxes' squadron broke in to provide cover.

Jade open a COMM channel to the three transporter room, "Chief get our
men back." Jade said she then waited and monitored the bio scans that
she was picking up from the station seconds later those same bio scans
showed up in the Chimera's transporter room. "Sir all of the security
personnel are accounted for." Jade said looking up from her console
glad that her fair safe program worked.

The XO ordered some security teams to the transporter room to
contain any situation.

Anya fired a verteron missile into the starboard main impulse engine
turning it from a funtioning component of the warbird into a heap of
burning slag. "Two flight confirms the destruction of main port
impulse engines." Came the voice of her XO through the comms unit.

"Ghost Flight begin bombing run on Warbird Three.  All Lancers clear
the area, the fireworks are inbound."  Anya ordered.   The four
bombers of Ghost flight decloaked and flew in formation towards the
crippled Warbird with their drop bays open.  They each dropped a
single Verteron Torpedo and the speed at which they flew towards the
target seemed so slow but when they impacted they created a massive
explosion and shockwave which moved outwards with terrifying speed
outwards only just avoiding the bombers who jumped to warp before
being hit.

"Shields up!" Rojac ordered. "Weapons free on warbird four!"

Michael targeted warbird four with the phaser arrays and fired. The
port shields went offline and he targeted the warbird's engines with a
torpedo volley, but as he fired the ship veered up and one of the
torpedos hit the port nacelle. Michael blanched as a chain reaction
started to ripple across the nacelle, then down into the body of the
ship. Finally, soundlessly, the ship's warp core exploded and a
shockwave rippled out from the remains of the warbird.

Rojac watched the explosion in stoic contemplation. Though the enemy
had been vanquished, the outpost had fallen. And now the Romulans knew
with almost certainty about the hidden sensor network along the
border. In the silence, he turned around t walk back toward his chair,
issuing orders along the way.

"Lt Rayna, patrol the perimeter at quarter impulse. Ra-Zerphimi, I
need a standard scan of the debris before we scuttle it all." THe two
officers nodded in acknowledgement. "Natalia, get down to Transporter
Room One. I want all Romulans held prisoner in the Brig, and all
Starfleet Outpost personnel debriefed. Tell Master Chief Johnson I
want a report on my desk in two hours."

Natalia replied "Aye Sir"

"Bridge to Lancer One." Rojac called out.

"Lancer One here, go ahead." Anya answered

"Clearance granted for docking. If your satisfied the coast is clear,
Captain." Rojac stated over the audio line.

"Sun God's got nothing on scanners, we're pretty close to Winchester
and I'd hate to be tardy to the party.  Ghost Flight, Sun God and
Lancer Squadron are RTB." Anya replied pleased that her unit had made
it out their first fight without a fatality.

"Howard, open a channel to the D'Artagnan." Rojac ordered.

The tactical officer nodded.

"D'Artagnan here"

"Thank you again, Captain Henry." Rojac replied. "We will depart for
UNITY after our investigation for prisoner transfer. Would you like me
to petition TF Command for reinforcements?"

"I think minor reinforcements would do Captain Rojac.  I don't think
the Romulans will try here again soon but can't be too prepared."

"Consider it done, and thanks again. We'll have to do it again
sometime." Rojac nodded with a slight grin.

"Likewise Chimera, till the next time."

Rojac looked rather tired, and he felt it too. He knew, however, that
his day was far from done. He would have mounds of paperwork to pour
over and plenty of reports to write. He just wanted a few minuets
alone wit a cup of coffee before he started his rounds.

"Lieutenant Reese, you have the bridge." He said, standing up from his
chair. "I'll be in my Ready Room."

"Yes sir." Jade said walking out from behind the operations console
and down to where the CO and XO chairs where and an Assistant
Operation Officer took her place. As she took a seat in the Captains
chair she felt weird, but also good in something to aim for.

[End Log]

Captain Cropa Rojac
USS Chimera - C

Commander Natalia Tretzelewska
USS Chimera - C

Captain Moira Henry
USS D'Artagnan

Marine Captain Anya Xerxes
USS Chimera - C

First Lieutenant Jade Reese
USS Chimera - C

Lieutenant Michael Howard
USS Chimera - C

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.14 Duty Log, Amb. Alecto Ayanami, Ambassador

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Start Log
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Alecto didn't bother reacting as the three new arrivals
joined her in a diamond formation.  The sleek, black
forms slid through space with ease and whenever the
light caught them they appeared to have a polished
sheen to them.  Alecto had to admit to herself that
she hadn't seen so many Hybrid Bowfighters since
the Liberation Battle where the Erassian Alliance
Second Fleet under the command of Viktor attacked
the stronghold of the GGCS Progenitor.  Alecto had
been a part of the battle leading the team of Hybrids
that captured the Progenitor's Bridge.  That has over
a year and a half ago and it seemed the Alliance was
finally easing up the travel restrictions placed on the
Hybrids.  The lack of freedom up until now had been
understandable, you didn't leave valuable tools like
Hybrids where your enemies and sometimes just as
bad, your allies get at them.

"You're late Ryunosuke." Alecto said.  It wasn't true
but it served as a customary greeting between the two
Hybrids, the result of a problematic mission many
years before.

"My sincerest apologies as always, Lady Alecto." 
Ryunosuke said with more than a fair amount of
sarcasm in his voice.  Whilst Alecto couldn't see his
face on the audio only communication she could tell
that he was grinning away. 

Ryunosuke and the other two Hybrids Takeshi and
Asaka were not just hooking up with Alecto for her
little foray into Klingon space but had been assigned
to her as personal bodyguards.  It wasn't really that
Alecto needed the protection on the ground as no
one Hybrid or otherwise could compete with her. 
The real problem occurred in the air or space in this
case.  Alecto may be near untouchable on the ground
but even she would admit that she was only a fair
pilot.  She knew the basic skills for it but didn't really
have the mindset or the extensive training for it.  The
others were different these were not Hybrid Assassins
like Alecto and Viktor but Hybrid Pilots engineered
and trained specially for the task.

Hybrid Pilots were somewhat of a rare breed within
the Hybrids having had their numbers decimated during
the Liberation Battle partly by Erassian Forces but mostly
from other Hybrid Pilots who were part of the rebellion
from GGC control.  The was a lingering sense of
bitterness amongst the pilots that they had borne the brunt
of losses but they knew that with the Alliance they had the
possibility of building something better.  Alecto guessed
that when King Asano had found out about the prospect of
the Alliance's Ambassadors being given bodyguards he
had volunteered the Hybrids as suitable candidates for the
position as in many cases they had superior skills, reflexes
and were far cheaper than using many Special Forces soldiers. 
Alecto in particular was thought to be a target due to her
negotiation of the Mutual Defence Treaty.

"So what's our objective my Lady?" Ryunosuke said
inquisitively.  All he had been told was to rendezvous
with Alecto at these coordinates and nothing else. 

"Next we go to have a look around the Narendra System
and see what Romulans are doing in Klingon territory." 
Alecto answered honestly.

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End Log
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Ambassador Alecto Ayanami
Erassian Alliance Ambassador to SSF
SB 234: Unity

Ryunosuke (NPC Ixus)
Hybrid Pilot/Bodyguard
SB 234: Unity

 

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.13 Personal Log Cmdr. Wellington

=/\= Mess Hall =/\=

Athena sat at a table by herself with a glass of water in front of her.  She had recently sent messages to Jardan & Kroitzer to remind them that they would need to have their required follow-up visits following severe injuries.  She sat silently looking at the ring on her finger.  {What am I forgetting... should I get a brain scan done to see if its functioning properly.... should I just let it come...naturally.}  She rubbed her thumb over the ring and her finger and watched the gem flicker in the light as it wiggled a bit on her finger with her action.

 

The water in the glass in front of her moved, but went unnoticed as Athena continued with her own personal inspection.  {Am I forgetting any of my training.... no don't doubt yourself.. stay confident..... maybe I should do that brain scan though to make sure I'm utilizing every area.}  The glass of water slide across the table catching the counselor's attention.  {What?!?}  The glass fell to the floor with a crash and water slide away from the table.

 

Athena stood up from the table and started to head toward the bridge and then paused for a moment.  {Would sickbay be better?}  She shook the last thought off and continued on her way.  She entered the lift and made her request.

 

=/\= Turbolift =/\=

The doors slide shut and she gave a sigh as she leaned against the back wall and looked at the ring on her finger again.  The lift shuddered and came to a halt.  {No... no... no.... not again.}  The lift shudder again and dropped a bit before starting again. Her heartbeat faster and with another shudder the lift came to a stop. {Oh, damn} 

 

+taps+ "Commander Wellington to operations, I'm stuck in a left and staying put unless told otherwise."

 

{Hopefully that went through.}  She slide down the wall and sat to wait patiently.

 

=/\= End Log =/\=

 

Commander Athena Wellington

Counselor

USS Chimera-C 

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[USS Chimera] SD 240902.13 Duty log: Commander Summers CMO

rangi.summers@mojwap.sk wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

*** CMOs Office * USS Chimera-C ***

Rangi sat at her desk concentrating on the report she was
compiling. The door to her office was closed, so sounds from
outside were muted and the only indication of activity was
through the windows, left unfrosted, which showed that the
hustle and bustle of sickbay continued.

The report was, as usual, detailed and somewhat extensive.
Each injury had a treatment plan attached, for a copy of
this would reach the Medical Advisers office...which was in
fact her own on SB Unity...where it could be studied by
others.
Copies too would reach Captain Rojac and, eventually
Commodore Guzman, once it had been processed by his XO, Lt.
Colonel PontBrillant.
The medical terminology was also written in laymans terms
and it was on that precis which Rangi was now working.

Thirty eight crewman had needed attention in sickbay though
most were 'walking wounded' suffering only minor abrasions,
lacerations and sprains.
The most serious cases had come from Deck 10 and the
disaster in the environmental section.

Four men had been transported from there, two being dead on
arrival and one suffering horrific injuries which had, in
the end, claimed his life.
One survived although his prognosis was not encouraging. His
chances were slim and stood at only 15 %.

These were the first fatalities aboard the new Chimera and,
Rangi thought sadly, they would not be the last. Each ship
she had served on had grown a list of those dying in the
course of duty.
As XO and CMO, she had never been able to deal with it
lightly and hoped that she never would reach that state, for
each one was a dear son or daughter, someone loved and
cherished by another and none could be dismissed without
compassion.

In the present instance, one of the dead, Petty Officer
Terris, had been a brother of a junior nurse. It was her
first posting and his too.
Rangi was glad that she had relaxed some of the tightened
rules for it meant that the nurse had friends to support her
immediately afterwards and someone to talk to in the long
hours that would follow.

The section on Deck 10 had been sealed and once it had been
deemed safe to enter, an engineering team had set to work to
repair the damage, wearing EVA suits at the outset because
of noxious fumes.
In the mean time the secondary system was controling the
environmental settings and apart from an elevated
temperature in the junior crews quarters, two cells in the
Brig and holodeck 4, nothing else untoward had happened.

She stopped to reread her last few sentences but raised her
head and looked towards the door, calling:
" Come in" at the sudden two tone chime.
The door opened and Alexander Rices red haired figure took a
couple of steps inside. One look at his face told Rangi his
news would not be good.

"It's Specialist Marina." he said. " I've administered
Metrazine to treat the cardiac arrhythmia but I'd like you
to give your opinion please."

"Ofcourse." Rangi replied, getting to her feet immediately.

"Thankyou." Alexander replied and stood aside as she neared
the door before walking with her to the ICU.

*** End Log ***

Commander Rangi Summers
CMO
USS Chimera-C
Med Adv 1st TF
&
Lt Commander Alexander Rice
AMO
USS Chimera-C
(npc) Rangi

[USS Chimera] SD 240902.13 Joint Log, LtCmdr Rice (AMO) & Spec Marina (ECS)

Bren Ohmsford <ohmsford83@gmail.com> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

= USS Chimera - Environmental Control =

Specialist Harry Marina was trying to divert all power he
could from the environmental systems to the main grid. He
was tasked by Lieutenant Klein, his superior officer. He
went with three other members of his team, who were slightly
less experienced than him.

Marina tasked his teammates into verifying the validity of
decreasing slightly the deck temperatures and level of
oxygen in non-essential areas. He thought he could save
close to 7% of the total Environmental control energy by
doing so. However, these actions could be made only
on-location.

Marina heard a loud noise coming from behind him. He was
halfway into a collecting tube, rerouting the "hardware", to
be able to by pass the computer's security warnings. He knew
this would not be legal in normal time, but in times of war,
everything is legit. Marina heard another big noise, some
sort of a metal on metal noise. The racket was followed by a
loud and desperate scream coming from behind him.

Marina backed up into the room, and stood. At that exact
same time, one of the pipes, carrying plasma based cooling
liquids exploded, directly into Marina's face, hands and
chest. Marina felt the excrutiating burning of the cold. He
opened his mouth to scream, but no sound came out.
Marina realized he was looking his eyesight as well, but
still managed to see the room darkening, and become red.

= Sickbay =

All was mostly quiet in Sickbay while the battle raged on
outside, but as was protocol the staff were on standby and ready to
accept any casualties or injuries that might arise. Alexander Rice was
at his station near Emergency Room 1 reviewing Lieutenant Kroitzer's
latest
medical exam when things started getting hairy.

A male nurse hurried down the corridor towards him and two other
doctors who were milling about. "Doctor, I'm
getting reports of ventilation leakage in the environmental
systems. Several sections have been affected; patients are being beamed in."

Alexander put down the padd he'd been reading and rushed into the
emergency room as patients were being transported in from the affected
sections. The first patient was lifted onto the bed and Alexander took
a closer look. Coolant leakage was a nasty business.

"Specialist Marina," Lucy said as she pulled the medtray
closer. "He was on the deck 10, environmental control."

Quickly glancing at the readings from the medical scanner,
Alexander nodded. "His lungs are seared. 10ccs dexalin and
anesthezine. We can probably expect more of the same." Alexander
reached for the medtray behind him and selected a scalpel. He sliced
through Marina's uniform and searched for a patch of unaffected skin
to attach the small oxygen transfuser which delivered oxygen directly
to the bloodstream. He had just attached the device, when the
biomonitor indicated that Marina's vital signs were falling.

"Heartrate is falling quickly," Lucy said. "I think we might lose
him." Her words were barely cold when Marina flatlined. Without
missing a beat, she reached for the cardiostimulators and handed them
to Alexander.

"Quick thinking," he said as he took them and placed on Marina's
chest. "Stand by!"

The stimulators delivered voltage directly into his heart, but there
was no response. "Come on," Alexander muttered under his breath and
tried again. A second charge was delivered and it worked as the
sinusoidal rhythm returned. Lucy let out an audible sigh of relief.

"Take him to Intensive Care," Alexander ordered. "Sterilize him and
set up a bioregenerative field."

"Yes, Doctor," Lucy nodded as two orderlies her with moving the bed
out to the ICU ward. Alexander went to scrub his hands and wait for
the next patient.

= End Log =

Lt Commander Alexander Rice
Assistant Medical Officer
[NPC by Bren]
-
Specialist Harry Marina
Environmental Systems Specialist
[NPC by Pont]
-
USS Chimera NCC 96899-C

[USS Chimera] 240902.13 | Tarangor Mission | Duty Log, Cdr Rick Rodgers

=NX Detector=

<<SNIP>>

"Leave us, Jo," Rick said softly.

"But ..."

"Jo, this one time, please ..."

She nodded and followed the security crewmen. Richards then
had the door closed.

"I was hoping you wouldn't be able to get the door open," the
elderly man said. "But I should have expected it."

Rick stood, but still did not make eye contact, "Expect the
unexpected Captain Richards, or should I just call you Mr.
Wright?"

<<SNIP>>


Richards/Wright looked at Rick as a smile crossed his face.

"Very good, Commander. Very good indeed. Tell me, when
did you figure it out?"

"On the Jameson," Rick said. "You talk about Trevor Wright
like you know him. You admire him too much. Even so, I not
know for sure until now."

"So, I shouldn't waste our time by denying it," Wright said.
"Anyhow, like I said, I was hoping you wouldn't be able to
gain access to this room. Even avoided my little booby traps.
I didn't think it was possible. Nasty little explosives they are.
You have certainly earned your reputation."

"Chief Weathersby opened the door. She also discovered ship
in shipyard logs," Rick said as stood from his kneeling position.

"But you're still clever. Clever enough to understand what
that is," Wright pointed to the device.

"A technology inhibitor. My guess, a very powerful technology
inhibitor."

Wright nodded, "You figured that in just a couple of minutes.
You are clever indeed. Almost as clever as myself ... but not
quite."

Wright walked over to the device and slowly walked around it.

"The question is, how powerful?" Wright asked, already
knowing the answer.

Rick scanned the device for a moment before rubbing his chin.

"A city, maybe?"

Wright shook his head.

Rick continued scanning.

"A continent, perhaps? Maybe even an entire planet."

Wright shook his head again, "You're thinking too small."

Rick put the tricorder down and looked up at Wright.

"How powerful is it?" the younger engineer asked, almost
afraid of what the answer would be.

Wright smiled and chuckled.

"An entire star system. Maybe even beyond. Imagine, every
piece of technology, made inoperative. Ships set adrift in
space. Defenseless. Planetary defensives ... useless. Even
phasers carried by ground troops would be ... neutralized.
The devices effects are permenant. Once it deactivates
itself, an opposing fleet can just waltz in and do what they
wish."
 
Wright stopped walking and just looked at the device.
 
"When the Dominion War started, I urged starfleet to use
the TechEx ... that's what I call it. They declined. They
said that they couldn't trust that it even worked."
 
Wright looked at Rick, "They wouldn't even give it a chance!'
 
Wright shook his head.
 
"I suppose after the Pegesus Incident, their lost some of their
trust in me. Fools. This device could have ended the war
sooner! It could have saves countless of lives!"
 
"And if the Dominion or Cardies got hold of it?" Rick asked.
 
"It would have been devestating," Wright answered. "That's
the drawback. Replicators, storage units, farming equipment
would all be wiped out. Starvation alone would kill more
civilians than any battle."
 
"And the delivery ship? The Detector? Her crew."
 
"Sacrificed. If we can't get to them in time. I would
hope, though, that we would be smart enough to have a ship
on standby to retrieve them before they ran out of air or
enemy ships from another system arrived."
 
Wright leaned against the device.
 
"The plan was two-fold. First, the Detector and her sister ships
would be sent into enemy territory, cloaked and undetected.
They would scout every enemy planet, station and ship. Then,
on Command Order ... something or other, they would seek out
pre-determined targets and activate their devices. Enough
systems would be affected that it would be impossible to
resupply them with working technologies. Like I said, devestaing."
 
"Primary target enemy fleets, right?" Rick asked.
 
"Sure, but many fleets form in star systems that are heavily
populated with civilians. With any key targets, they're going
to be a large number of non-combatants nearby. Unavoidable.
All of the major races are so damn dependent on technology to
survive hat the estimated death tolls would be high."
 
Wright pulled away from the device.
 
"That's why I hoped that this device would never be found.
That's why I hoped that the Detector would never be found."
 
"You planned the explosion that sent the ship adrift?"
 
Wright nodded.
 
"Then you learn of our efforts to revive shipyard," Rick said.
 
Wright nodded again, "So, I made arriagnments for the Jameson
to be assigned to the mission. So I could keep a closer eye on
things. When you learned of the Detector, I knew it would only
be a matter of time. I was hoping that you wouldn't be able to
gain entrance so I could destroy the ship."
 
Wright paused for a moment.
 
"The only other reference material to the TechEx is up here,"
Wright continued, pointing at his head.
 
There was a long moment of silence. Rick kept his attention
on the TechEx.
 
"Why fake you death?" Rick finally asked.
 
"Made life easier."
 
"And the real Grey Richards?"
 
"Died a few years ago. Wasn't too difficult to assume his
identity. A few changes here and there. I knew that one day
it would come in handy."
 
"Who else knows?"
 
"Besides yourself ... no one."
 
Wright looked away from Rick.
 
"The question now is, what are you going to do with all of this
new found information?" Wright asked.
 
Rick thought for a long moment.
 
"The device? Not my decision to make. I need let Commodore
Guzman make call. As for you ... your identity? I not know. I
have to think about that."
 
Wright nodded.
 
"For now, we get ship back to shipyard," Rick added.
 
"I won't stop you," Wright said. "But you need to understand
what would ... could happen if this device got in the wrong
hands."
 
Rick nodded.
 
"Then it's in your hands," Wright said.
 
Rick nodded again.
 
 
Commander Rick Rodgers
Engineering Officer
Starbase Unity

and

Trevor Wright (npc by Rick)
aka Captain Grey Richards
Commanding Officer
U.S.S. Jameson

and other npcs by Rick

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[USS Chimera] SD 240902.12 || SB 234: UNITY || Joint Log, Commo. Shane Guzman and Ambassador Qalvalor

=Nenon Embassy=
=Starbase Unity=
 
The Nenon Planetary League embassy wasn't an embassy 
on the grand scale of those found on other worlds or even 
the major powers found on Unity. Instead, it made up three 
rooms, a waiting/reception area, the ambassador's office 
and a small lavatory for the ambassador and/or his guests.
 
It was modest, and other races would have likely complained,
but Qalvalor considered it more than acceptable. He was just
glad to be here and able to begin talks with not only the 
Federation, but the other races represented here. 
 
Trade restrictions against his people still existed, but
they were becoming more and more relaxed. This allowed for 
great opportunity to bring to the Nenons goods and culture 
that hadn't  been available since first contact with the
Federation only decades prior.
 
Qalvalor tried to arraign his desk in a way that best suited
him. The desk was one of the few large items he brought with 
him from home. It resembled oak, but the wood was from a tree 
indigenous to Nenon V, the second most populous world in the
Nenon system.
 
+tap+ "Ambassador Qalvalor."
 
+tap+ "Yes Li'sal," he replied to his aide, the only other
Nenon who was part of this delegation.
 
+tap+ "Your honor, Commodore Shane Guzman is here to see you."
 
+tap+ "Commodore Guzman? Yes, of course. Send him in."
 
The ambassador walked around his desk to meet the commodore.
It was important to make a good impression. It was especially
important to make a good impression for any representive of
the Federation. His government made that quite clear when they 
assigned him this job.
 
Shane waited patiently till the ambassador's aide asked
him to go ahead. Both of his marine guards were left in
front of the (little) embassy because he wanted to speak
with the ambassador in private. Until Federation council
will send a representative, Shane was the one representing
the Federation in this sector … and he had to maintain
good working relations with all the diplomatic crews on
board the UNITY.
 
Once asked to proceed, Shane nodded to the Nenon aide and
entered the ambassadorial residence. 
 
"Commodore Guzman, it is good to see you. Please have a
seat?" he motioned to the only other chair in his office
besides his own. "My other furnature isn't expected to
arrive 
for another day or so." 
 
"Thank you, Ambassador" Shane replied. He smiled at
Qalvalor and said, "no problem with the furniture, I had
to abandon two ships, so I know how it feels to live with
little things" 
 
"May I offer you some refreshment?" the ambassador asked.
 
"Black tea, thank you" Shane replied and waited till
Qalvalor fetches the drink. Accepting it, Shane waited again
for the ambassador to take his own seat.
 
"What can I do for you today, commodore?
 
Shane took a sip from his tea and replied: "Well,
Ambassador Qalvalor, I came here to clear a few things
before we start any official diplomatic business. I might
not be long the official representative for Federation,
since I am an Starfleet officer and not an diplomat, but
there is a security issue that I need to address."
 
"Of course, commodore," the ambassador said as he sat
behind his desk. "Please continue."
 
"I speak about diplomatic staff of you and other
ambassadors. You might have heard that my Intel advisor was
murdered by a staff member of the Klingon envoy and my Chief
Enginering officer was very seriously injured by a Nenon
that was holding a high ranking position in your government
not so long ago. While I respect your diplomatic status and
the diplomatic immunity of you and your staff, I really
can't tolerate any further accidents like that. 
 
Qalvalor knew that his people would have to answer for the 
actions of Hoack and his followers for a long time to come.
He was ready to accept this.
 
"I understand," Qalvalor responded.
 
"Through, I'd like to keep warm relation to all of our
diplomatic guests, I now state that should any of your staff
be involved in an attack of my crew, he will be given 24
hours to leave … without any pardon."
 
"Commodore, I assure you that my aide and myself are here to
promote positive diplomatic relations between my people and
the other races represented here. We have no other purpose."
 
The ambassador stood and walked to the side of the desk. 
 
"The actions of a few of my people have tarnished the
reputation of our civilization. I understand and acknowledge 
that. While I alone may not be able to change our preceptions, 
I will endevour to make that effort all the same. We shrive 
only for a peaceful co-existance."
 
Shane nodded: "Well said, Ambassador. I am the first to
welcome such an attitude. I am an ex-tactical officer and
when I have to fight an enemy like the Romulans, I'd
prefer everyone else to be our friends. I know that you or
your government can't be responsible for every single
Nenon's actions and as long you are our friend I am happy
with that"
 
"Thank you, commodore. Friendship is our primary goal,"
Qalvalor said.
  
"I am a Special Forces flag officer … so half a spy
myself, so I am OK with the idea that there are Intel
members in each and every of the diplomatic delegations that
came here. When they do their job quiet enough for us to
notice and are not involved in any illegal behaviour then
there is nothing I could … or would do. Let's agree on
these borders and all of us will be happy.
 
"Of course. I can assure you my delegation currently 
consists of only myself and my aide, and it is highly 
unlikely he is involved in intel gathering."
 
Nodding, Shane said: "Thank you, Ambassador. If there will
be anything I could help you with, please don't hesitate
to contact me. My doors are always open for our Nenon
friends".
 
"I shall take note of that," the ambassador stated. "I look
forward to future discussions. You will find that we have
a lot to offer."
 
With that Shane stood from the chair, nodded towards the
Nenon Ambassador and left the room. Walking out of the
embassy, his two guards accompanied him again. While walking
towards the fleet decks, Shane thought about the Nenon
Ambassador and considered how much he could trust him.

Qalvalor returned to his seat and looked at the photo of his
children on the corner of his desk. The ambassador had big 
ideas, but wondered how long it would take for his 
government to try to manipulate his efforts.


Commo. Shane Guzman
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNITY

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Ambassador Qalvalor (npc by Rick)
Nenon Planetary League

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[USS Chimera] SD 240902.12 Duty Log LtCdr.MaiKai Rodgers

-=-/-\-=- Starbase Unity -=-/-\-=-

     -=-/-\-=- Sickbay -=-/-\-=-

 

    MaiKai took a seat behind her desk in her office after replicating a nice tall ice tea with lemon.  She needed to send her reports of the day.  Not too awful long ago Mai had seen a small child by the name of Rowan Campbell.  She was brought in by one Constantine Gambaretti.  Apparently she had vomited about a half an hour prior to coming into MaiKai's Pediatrics Department all over the Constable Nerso's shoes.

 

    Mai had done the basics of running a tricorder on the child and ran a few tests just in case.  All she could figure out was that the child was malnourished and even though that was something stressed to take into consideration, Rowan didn't have any kind of disease or virus.  MaiKai simply put into her report that the child was just fed some junk food that when inhaled at a vast amount can make anyone sick especially a child that appeared to be frazzled or upset.  MaiKai had told the Constantine that as long as he was going to look over the child he needed to make sure she ate among the proper food groups in moderation and was monitored on her progress.  

 

    The doctor sent out her report.  The only thing left to do was to check up on both her children.  First she needs to schedule an appointment for the one inside her and then she would need to go back to her quarters in time when Rachel would get home from her play date since she didn't have school that day.  Which made MaiKai think.  She wanted to be able to have a day off.  A day off from it all.

 

 

-=-/-\-=- End Log -=-/-\-=-

 

 

Lieutenant Commander MaiKai Rodgers

Head of Pediatrics Department Doctor

Starbase UNITY

 

 

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[USS Chimera] || SB 234: UNITY || SD 240902. 12 CO's Duty Log, Commo. Shane Guzman

"shane.guzman@mojwap.sk" <shane.guzman@mojwap.sk> wrote to chimera@ucip.org:

====== Morgue, Infirmary, SB 234: UNITY
======

Shane looked at the dead body of Lernen Harbright. Doctor
T'Vel performed an autopsy and confirmed the cause of
death. There was nothing more she could do and Shane asked
her to leave him in the morgue alone. Staring at the dead
body of his intel advisor, Shane realized that Lerned was
the second high ranking TF officer that was seriously
injured / killed on the UNITY since TF moved here.
Coincidence or not, like Rick Rodgers before, Lerner too was
attacked by a member of alien race – Klingon in his case.

He could not understand the reasons for the murder on Lernen
… only imagined that there was a connection between his
Intel past and his death. Sure, the Klingon aide could tell
the real reasons, but he was a member of the official
Klingon delegation and as such under diplomatic immunity.
Security could do not more then deliver the Klingon into the
hands of his envoy and send an official inquiry about his
requisition. As expected, the Klingon envoy denied the
request and Shane ordered to send an official note stating
that the aide had 24 hours to leave the station.

Nonetheless … Shane was standing here with a dead corpse
and no answers. There was only slight comfort in the fact
that Lernen was an old man knowing his dangers and prepared
to face them. Adding pain to injury … SSF Command decided
that good marine leaders are needed more urgently elsewhere
and transferred MCapt. Joeleco off the station. That left
Shane without a security advisor and UNITY without Chief of
Security. From all the three security levels on UNITY –
only promenade security was having a chief – some
Constable Nerso.

UNITY was now without a Chief Security and even without a
deputy CSEC … which was in charge of Starfleet level
security. Task Force level of security was without a chief
as well and Shane was too well aware of the security risks
the lack of leadership in security presented. He made
himself a task to find replacements as soon as possible,
even if only on a temporary basis. Second point … he had
to talk with the ambassadors already acting on the UNITY
about their staff and further attacks.

His mind briefly touched the Chimera that was last reported
to engage some Romulan forces. Shane was glad that
PontBrillant send the USS D'Artagnan to support Chimera
and really hoped that the ship and Rangi in particular were
all right.

====== end of log ======

Commo. Shane Guzman
CO, 1st TF, SSF Command
CO, SB 234: UNITY

[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.12 NPC Log Part 2, Rowan, Constantine, Nerso

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Rowan's eyes were large as show looked over the new comer who had made the room seem very small and quiet.  She swallowed the last bit of her hot dog as she leaned in toward Constantine and whispered, "Scary."

"Tell me about it, that's my boss.  Watch the movie with Joe for a minute whilst I go over there and talk to him.  I'll be right back."  Con said quietly back before getting up, patting her on the head and walking over to his boss.  He motioned his boss outside and said quietly to him "She's a stray I found along at the Bolian Restaurant.  Last I checked we didn't have any aboard so I'm trying to find out where she's from.  She mentioned that there was sheep that were watched by dog's so maybe she snuck aboard one of the Cargo Shuttles we have going between here and the planet.  One of the more rural area's I guess.  She also mentioned her mother was ill so if we can get a medic to give her a scan to make sure she's not carrying anything that would be good.  Oh on the medic see if we can get a Starfleet regular rather than one of those Task Force bozo's.  No need to make an issue out of this yet Chief." Nerso's initial response was little more than a grunt. He nodded in the direction of the little girl. "Stay with her. I want her last name and address if you can get it. There's too many sheep farms down there. I know, I used to own one." He crossed his arms. "I'll contact the damned fleeters to set up an appointment. I hear they have a pediatrics department anyway. I'll get back with specifics."
Nerso turned to leave. "Let Humji know your little friends stats so he can check it against the planetary database and contact the family."
"Sure thing Chief.  He should already have readings from the scanners at the entrance." Con said although he was trying hard not to laugh.  The idea of Nerso standing in the middle of a flock of gamboling sheep was a hell of a funny image.
 
"Oh, and Con..." Nerso said over his shoulder. "Sign out on your shift next time. I have 'fleet security breathing down my neck enough as it is right now. I don't need this trivial B.S. taking up my time."
Con couldn't help but think it was more due to the fact Nerso didn't want to pay him overtime than any interference from the fleeters that he said that but he had worked with him long enough to know not to say that "Yes Chief".  Con sent a quick message to Humji to run the entrance scans against the planetary database and went back to the movie.

Rowan sat on the sofa between Joe and Brian, facing the screen and tears rolling down her face.

"The movie can't be that sad yet it's not even half the way through." Con said. "Say you know I never told you my last name, it's Gambaretti.  What's your's?"

Rowan didn't answer but launched herself into his arms.  She rubbed her tear streaked face on his shirt try to stop the flow of tears while asking, "He's not going to take you away is he .... they did that to daddy and ..."  She hiccupped before continuing, "And he ....never came back."
"No the Chief isn't going to take me away.  He just wanted me to hand in some admin work.  What was your daddy's name?" Con pressed.
 
Rowan put her hands on either side of his face and looked deeply into his eyes as if trying to see an answer to an unasked question.  Her brow furrowed a bit and then she gave a small nod and whispered in his ear, "Rurick, but I'm not s'posed to tell.... shhh."
 
 "Rurick Campbell?  Jesus, I met him a number of years back.  He was going to testify against the Orion Syndicate.  Brave guy, I rather liked him.  Listen we can help your momma we have people who can help her get better we just need to know where your home is."  Con said not believing who he was talking to.

"On the planet... but don't tell .... I'll be in trouble... I wasn't s'posed to leave the yard... but I ran out of bread and I'm not 'llowed to use the fire, yet." 

"Whereabouts on the planet?  What was the name of the nearest town of village?"  Con pressed.
"Its called Heaven's Gate," she replied and then paused before adding, "but Momma said it was more like Hell's Gate... well.. 'at was 'fore she got sick."
 
"Okay,  Rowan I need you to be a good girl for a moment and stay here with Joe so I can hand that report into the chief.  I'll be back in two minutes I promise." Con stood and went out of the room and just down the narrow hall to where the Chief's office was.  "Boss we have a bit of a problem.  The girl, her name is Rowan Campbell.  The daughter of Rurick Campbell, the guy we sent in undercover to infiltrate the Orion Syndicate's operations in this system two years ago."
Nerso bit his lower lip and put the padd he was reading among the others on his cluttered desktop. "Campbell." The El-Aurian sat in silence for a few moments. "This complicates things, Con." He sighed and brought his cup of aeran tea to his lips for a moment. "Keep an eye on the girl. I'll get in touch with our counterparts in planetary. We'll probably have to go in, and we might need starfleet assistance."
 
"Figures we'd have to end up asking those morons for backup.  Be sure to ask for a medical team on site.  The kid said her mom was sick, now it may just be a bad cold but we're close enough to Charos VI to know just how nasty a virus can get." Con reminded.
 
"Get with Jenkins, get a team going." Nerso said. "I'll contact the frenchman upstairs, since the hermat is off base."
 
Rowan silently slipped from the room and followed Con and listened to the two men.  {I told him not to tell.}  Tears filled her eyes and her hands closed into tight little fists.  She exploded into the room, "You weren't s'ppose to tell."  She hit Con a couple of times with her little fist.  She distressed gaze went to the older man and she ran around the edge of the desk loudly pleading, "You can't tell anyone else ... you can't."  She took a couple more steps warning, "Don't tell anyone or ...."  her words were cut off as her stomach emptied its contents on Nerso's shoes.
 
The el-aurian leaned down from his chair and placed an arm on little Roawn's sobbing shoulders, paying little attention to the contents on his shoes. "Now, now kiddo." He said calmly. "You don't need to worry about any of it. We're trying to help your mama and papa down there." He reached down to pull her chin up so that he could look into her eyes. "But I need you to stay strong, okay kiddo?"
 
Rowan glared at the man in front of her.  "I don't trust you," she stated much more boldly than she felt.  She rushed back over to Con and tugged on his pant leg.  She pulled a small disk from her pocket and pressed it into Con's hand, "I give you this just ... don't let him hurt me momma," she said pointing an accusing finger at Con's boss.  She tugged at Con's clothing until he was on her level.  She held onto his shirt and whispered into his ear, "Its 'portant... Daddy hid it... I found the treasure and hid it again."  Her expectant gaze met his.
 
"Don't worry Rowan I won't let him hurt her.  He may be big, mean and do things to sheep that you and I would never dream of but deep down he's a decent guy who was as much a friend to your daddy as I was.  I'll keep this treasure safe for you too."  Con became aware of the intent stare of his boss coming from that perrenial scowl of his.  He dared to turn round and look "What?  You were the one who told me you liked haggis!"

Nerso gruffly pointed to the door. "Out. And tell Jenkins to bring me a damned towel."

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End Log
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Rowan Campbell (NPC Jass)
Lost Child

Constantine Gambaretti (NPC Ixus)
Promenade Security
SB 234: Unity

Constable Nerso (NPC Rojac)
Chief of Promenade Security
SB 234: Unity

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[USS Chimera] SD: 240902.12 NPC Log Part 1, Rowan, Constantine, Nerso

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Start Log
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=/\= Promenade - Security Office =/\=

Rowan sat next to Constantine in front a small screen.  Brian had gotten a Lassie Movie and had sat down next Rowan, who still scooted closer to Con.  She took a bite of her hot dog that was covered with onions and ketchup and smiled up at Con as she chewed.  AS the movie began Rowan took another bite of her hot dog and one of the other guards had joined in watching the movie. 
 
"I haven't seen this one yet," stated Joe.  "Have you made the popcorn?"
 
Leaning a bit more toward Con, "Popcorn," Rowan asked.
 
Con handed over a bowl and said "Yes here, its a snack food made from a staple food crop on Earth.  It's tasty, try some?"  Con knew he had to earn some trust with Rowan before questioning her.

Rowan stuck her hand in the bowl and then pulled it out empty, "Its greasy..... b..but it smells good."  She bit her lip and looked at the dog on the small screen. 
 
"Sounds like you're talking about a KFC."  Con held up his free hand to forestall another question.  "I'll explain what that is later."

Joe asked "What about drinks?  Want a soda or a float?"
Rowan blinked at Joe, looked at Brian for a couple of seconds before turning her gaze to Constantine.  "Float?"  {I hope that's the right answer.}  She put her hand back in the put corn bowl and pulled out a couple of pieces.  She examined them carefully before putting them in her mouth.  "Its salty and there's butter on it."  The screen seemed to bark at her and her gaze fell back to the screen.
 
"Orange soda for me Joe."  Con replied then refocused his attention on Rowan "You know I originally came here to work construction on this station.  I guess I must have liked it as I've been here almost twenty years.  So what about you ?  What brings you to our station?"
"Momma is sick .... really sick,"  Rowan said and took another bite of hot dog.
 
"Do you think we should feed her a fruit or vegetable," Brian asked as Joe returned with drinks.
"Sick how?"  Con asked.
"In bed... how's come you didn't say a k...ka...nine was a dog," Rowan asked and then added, "they watch the sheep."
"I didn't want you to think I was feeding you Lassie.  Where is your momma?" Con asked with concern.
"At home," Rowan answered.  Taking a sip of the float she was confused for a second.  {Creamy and fizzy and.... good.}
 
There was a loud knocking on the door that seemed to startle them for a moment. Outside the door a tall lanky grey haired man stood with one hand impatiently on his waist as the other checked the chronometer on his wrist. His name was Constable Nerso, and he was in charge of Promenade Security on UNITY long before the Federation turned her over to the First Taskforce. He was one of the first settlers on Aeran III, having moved there a little under 150 years ago, back when it was a small farming settlement. He advocated for the building of the station to improve the colony's economy, and spent his time since it's construction as it's Chief of Promenade Security.
 
Now, however, the old hermit El-Aurian was checking up on one of his officers who didn't report in after his patrol. Normally it wouldn't be a big deal, but after the assassination of some Starfleet big wig Nerso had been forced to step up Security Protocol. Constantine would know this, he'd been around long enough.
 
Con had to suppress a wince when he noticed his boss standing in the doorway.  He wasn't the type who particularly liked being out of the loop for very long...which was more than likely why he was the Chief.

Rowan's eyes were large as show looked over the new comer who had made the room seem very small and quiet.  She swallowed the last bit of her hot dog as she leaned in toward Constantine and whispered, "Scary."

"Tell me about it, that's my boss.  Watch the movie with Joe for a minute whilst I go over there and talk to him.  I'll be right back."  Con said quietly back before getting up, patting her on the head and walking over to his boss.

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End of Part 1
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Rowan (NPC Jass)
Lost Child

Constantine (NPC Ixus)
Promenade Security
SB 234: Unity

Constable Nerso (NPC Rojac)
Chief of Promenade Security
SB 234: Unity

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